Tammi
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This is a closed thread between Spellcaster and myself, please read and enjoy.
Sharon Gann
Single 24 years old
5’2 105lbs firm and shapely figure, thick long auburn hair, brown teddy bear eyes
OOC:
Sharon had recently graduated college and had gotten her first real job working as a copy girl for an industrial plant that built machinery for other companies. She really didn’t pay much attention to what they built, her job kept her in the office’s and she rarely ventured out in to the plant area where the actual work took place. There were several other women that worked there, but it was mostly men. She was use to the attention men gave her, but because of her bubbly personality got along well even with the women.
It wasn’t long before she had been offered a promotion to be assistant to one of the head of the departments, but knowing the reason why he had asked for her she politely declined. She was known for speaking her mind and she was determined to make her way through the company because of her skill, not because of how she looked. Because of this, she gained a new respect in the office from her bosses, as well as the women that worked there.
IC:
My alarm went off and I jumped out of bed, my heart racing. I hated when I didn’t wake before the alarm, it was terrible to be startled awake by that noise. I quickly took a shower and after putting on some light makeup and brushing my hair, I got dressed. I was always excited about going to work, now that things were different since I had turned down the promotion, everyone seemed to treat me so much nicer. It was a great feeling being looked at as a person, instead of some sex object.
While I dressed, putting on a simple brown skirt and tan sweater, I couldn’t help thinking about the man on the train. I had really started to hate riding the train back and forth to work, being stared at, pushed, shoved, felt up by many of the men that rode the same train, all innocently of course. But then in the last few weeks I noticed there was a man that always sat alone, never glancing around, always keeping to himself, lost in his own thoughts. He intrigued me and I had begun watching him, seeing how some days he seemed tired, some days bored, and then there was some days an almost lost look about him.
I also couldn’t help notice his striking looks, much taller than me, dark features tanned body, bluish green eyes. And although a bit older than myself it was obvious by his muscular form that he worked out But that really wasn’t what started my attraction. It was that I was so use to having men oogle me, the fact that he never even glanced in my direction was not only unsettling but made me curious as to what he was all about. Each day I had become more intrigued, and had now looked forward to our trips back and forth. I was even beginning to fantasize about him in my dreams and somehow I felt a strong desire to reach out to him or get him to pay attention to me.
I looked at the clock and as usual, I was running a bit late. I hurried and finished getting ready and grabbed my purse. I was glad that I only lived a block from the train station and didn’t have to bother with driving, parking and all that, living in the city did have it’s advantages. I also enjoyed the brisk walk, even more now that I had come to look forward to seeing this mysterious man on the train.
Sharon Gann
Single 24 years old
5’2 105lbs firm and shapely figure, thick long auburn hair, brown teddy bear eyes
OOC:
Sharon had recently graduated college and had gotten her first real job working as a copy girl for an industrial plant that built machinery for other companies. She really didn’t pay much attention to what they built, her job kept her in the office’s and she rarely ventured out in to the plant area where the actual work took place. There were several other women that worked there, but it was mostly men. She was use to the attention men gave her, but because of her bubbly personality got along well even with the women.
It wasn’t long before she had been offered a promotion to be assistant to one of the head of the departments, but knowing the reason why he had asked for her she politely declined. She was known for speaking her mind and she was determined to make her way through the company because of her skill, not because of how she looked. Because of this, she gained a new respect in the office from her bosses, as well as the women that worked there.
IC:
My alarm went off and I jumped out of bed, my heart racing. I hated when I didn’t wake before the alarm, it was terrible to be startled awake by that noise. I quickly took a shower and after putting on some light makeup and brushing my hair, I got dressed. I was always excited about going to work, now that things were different since I had turned down the promotion, everyone seemed to treat me so much nicer. It was a great feeling being looked at as a person, instead of some sex object.
While I dressed, putting on a simple brown skirt and tan sweater, I couldn’t help thinking about the man on the train. I had really started to hate riding the train back and forth to work, being stared at, pushed, shoved, felt up by many of the men that rode the same train, all innocently of course. But then in the last few weeks I noticed there was a man that always sat alone, never glancing around, always keeping to himself, lost in his own thoughts. He intrigued me and I had begun watching him, seeing how some days he seemed tired, some days bored, and then there was some days an almost lost look about him.
I also couldn’t help notice his striking looks, much taller than me, dark features tanned body, bluish green eyes. And although a bit older than myself it was obvious by his muscular form that he worked out But that really wasn’t what started my attraction. It was that I was so use to having men oogle me, the fact that he never even glanced in my direction was not only unsettling but made me curious as to what he was all about. Each day I had become more intrigued, and had now looked forward to our trips back and forth. I was even beginning to fantasize about him in my dreams and somehow I felt a strong desire to reach out to him or get him to pay attention to me.
I looked at the clock and as usual, I was running a bit late. I hurried and finished getting ready and grabbed my purse. I was glad that I only lived a block from the train station and didn’t have to bother with driving, parking and all that, living in the city did have it’s advantages. I also enjoyed the brisk walk, even more now that I had come to look forward to seeing this mysterious man on the train.